Voice came as soon as I pulled the vacuum cleaner from the closet. I’d had every intention to finally suck up a weeks worth of dog hairs, crumbs, and street grit from my once ago well-kept home until jabber, jabber, jabber–Voice lavished me with interesting musings and brilliant wisdom I wanted to get immediately onto the page. This stuff was good. This stuff was going to give you something.
I abandoned the vacuum. (Should I insert a sad face here?)
Aquiver with excitement I sat down to write it all out on my sparkling new blog…only to discover I couldn’t remember how to access it.
Is this normal for a sixty year old? Does it mean anything that earlier this morning I wasn’t exactly sure what day of the week it is? How many times must I play the two-minute tutorial from WordPress before I expect myself to retain it?
Meanwhile, Voice went scurrying along with the dust bunnies to a hiding place under the bed . I can hear it, taunting, whispering promises, practically daring me to turn on the blogging vacuum and suck it out.
Could this be a writing tool?
Now, 3 hours later and still flummoxed as to how to get rid of italics once I have mistakenly italicised the entire top portion of this post, I’m ready to push the blogging start button and get to work.